by Ciara Cole
He saw the shock and wild lust mirrored in her eyes as she stared at him, while the shaft inside her unresisting mouth thickened. She looked so beautiful with her full lips stretched around his length. He could see and feel how she gagged each time he reached her gullet, making her take him deeper each time. His fingers tightened in her hair as she moaned, the sound vibrating around his member surging past the back of her tongue. Feeling the threatening pulse of his release, Rafe gave a savage growl and pulled himself from her lips. Fuck! It had been a while since he’d almost lost it, and he’d been too close to flooding that sexy mouth with his cum without warning.
Groaning, he bent to capture her lips in a kiss. He knew she’d tasted herself on his shaft, and now he could savor traces of both their flavors on her lips. He devoured her mouth and slipped his hands between her kneeling legs. She was as wet as ever and practically dripping on his fingers. Damn, she was so fucking hot. Her body was so responsive and eager, so delightfully needy, and it triggered more of his Dom side.
He withdrew his fingers from her slit, before he lightly smacked her inner thigh and instructed her to turn over. Good girl, thought Rafe as she wasted no time in complying. She was a natural. She’d make a perfect sub for him if he could get to train her. But he wasn’t going to assume that just because she enjoyed this type of thing at this point in time, that she’d want to make it a lifestyle choice.
Which was why he fully planned on making the best of these moments with her, knowing that like all his other fleeting encounters it might not be repeated once they parted ways.
Rafe wouldn’t dwell on such issues, especially when for some strange reason he felt regret at the thought of not getting to see Tamira after this. What if he wanted more than just a brief dalliance with her?
Calling himself crazy, Rafe focused on the present, and the delectable sight of Tamira on all fours with her ass in the air as he pushed down on her spine and grabbed her hips to position her the way he wanted.
He could see her beautiful shaved vagina between that voluptuous ass. Slowly but firmly he began teasing her slit with his fingers, feeling his manhood become even harder as she pushed back against his hand. The next moment he pulled out and smacked her ass hard.
She cried out and made to look over her shoulder at him in protest, but Rafe was quicker. Grabbing her hair, he pushed her cheek down on the pillow. “Keep your head down and stay absolutely still. I’m the one in charge of your pleasure, not you. So don’t you dare move your body unless I tell you to—or I’ll spank you again. Harder next time.”
Her answer was a mere whimper, half-muffled by the pillow. Satisfied she was obedient enough to stay still as instructed, he continued teasing her body. He reached around and under her to find her luscious, bouncy breasts and hungrily groped at one, teasing the tight bud. Leaning over her he groaned into her neck, the tip of his shaft rubbing between her asscheeks. He was thick and rock-solid, while her skin was soft and silky. He could feel her shuddering beneath him but otherwise she didn’t move. “Open your legs wider, baby,” he rasped in her ear.
She moaned quietly, parting her legs slightly to afford him the entry he required, and he slid effortlessly into her cove.
“Ooooh,” went Tamira in a half sigh, half gasp. Rafe knew it would take a while for her to get used to his size, but then he planned on taking her enough times till she all but conformed to his length and girth. Driven to the edge by such thought, Rafe methodically but forcefully thrust in and out of her. He brushed her hair from her neck and planted sensual kisses there, while in contrast his powerful strokes spread her wide and made her scream in ecstasy.
The hand on her breast had moved down to her stomach, the better to steady her as he pushed himself as deep as he could inside her. He nibbled her neck and rubbed her clit, while taking her faster and deeper. Sliding in and out of her hot, wet slit was an incredible sensation that he wanted to feel for as long as possible. But they’d been stretched to the limit enough already. Rafe was too damn close and so was she, judging by her walls gasping around his shaft as she dripped and shivered beneath him.
“Rock that sexy ass against me baby,” he commanded gruffly in her ear. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”
She sobbed, and as if on autopilot began to gyrate her hips and ass to meet his thrusts. Fuck yeah. Rafe picked up the pace, sliding in and out of her in blurring cadence. He tapped and rubbed on her clit in turns, and the combined stimulation from that as well as his shaft massaging deep inside to hit her G-spot sent her into overdrive. Grunting thickly and biting out raw curses, Rafe was not far behind.
As they both reached orgasm, he grabbed hold of both her full C-cup breasts and squeezed them while they came simultaneously.
Their first phase of wild, rutting lust over, Rafe planned on showing her later that he wasn’t all about taking what he wanted and making it all about him. Smiling to himself, he withdrew from her slit and kissed her back as she flopped down on the pillows. He was going to have to feed her real food, because she was definitely going to need the fuel for later. Or more like soon, because he was already feeling himself stirring again as he looked down at her ass while she lay facedown shivering on the sheets. Damn, he loved her ass. He had plans for that ass that required his leather crop and strap. Then there was that cat-o-nine tails he was yet to break in. Ahh, his time with the gorgeous Tamira held so many possibilities, and it was always a rush to try his little kinks on the newly initiated…
Chapter Eight
It would have been a nightmare situation, or at the very least an awkward one, facing Rafe Cavendish and knowing this was the Raphael of the past weekend.
The lover who’d shown Tamira things about her body and mind she’d never expected. He’d been so dominant and rough, and yet he’d also shown her his tender passionate side. Even when he had her tied starfish-style on her back, her wrists and ankles in restraints at the four different corners of the bed, he’d made her feel so safe. He’d kissed and caressed her body from head to toe. His lips had teased and pleasured her flesh, teeth nipping gently on her shoulders, then her breasts and even her stomach. Then, he’d buried his face at the apex of her thighs and eaten her till she screamed and came in waves while he lapped at her juices.
All the while she’d been unable to do anything but take it, her body thrashing and arching as she strained against her cuffs. Never had she felt more helpless and yet so alive and elevated, till she felt almost like she could float to the ceiling.
She’d never known a man’s tongue there could give her such satisfaction. He’d taken his time, licking, sucking, and plucking at her swollen, wet lips. His mouth on her slit had been the most erotic moment of her life, and seeing how much he enjoyed her taste added more to the excitement and pleasure.
But sex with him had shown to be so much more than that. There was also discipline, and even pain, but never more than she was equipped to handle. Tamira had indeed shocked herself with the things she’d agreed to. When he’d bent her over the back of the sofa and used several leather implements on her ass, she’d been dazed at how good it felt to experience sexual pleasure this way. Her flesh had throbbed and her nerve endings had tingled in a strange cocktail of pain and ecstasy, and it had been like a whole new level of perception opened up in her subconscious.
For the first time in her life she’d felt the lash of a whip on her rear. It had a different impact from when he’d used his hand, crop, or belt on her. The whip had nine knotted cords and was lined with studs and velvet. The whole taboo aspect of her lover punishing her ass with such a tool had made her drip juices down to her knees. He whipped her for a good minute or two. She didn’t really keep count.
Tamira realized she just might have gone along with everything, knowing that she would never see him again. How wrong and foolish she’d been. You couldn’t escape your past deeds sometimes. And today was glaring proof of the fact that it could come back and bite you in the ass. And speaking of ass, Tamira’
s mind went right back to continue the memory of that time on the sofa…
When he stopped and threw aside the whip, he bent over her and bit her neck, whispering in her ear, asking her how it felt when he’d whipped her ass.
Tamira had wanted to come so hard then. “It felt… good.”
“That’s right, it does,” he said in that perfectly seductive tone. She loved it.
“I know something that feels even better,” he growled. He was stroking his cock as he got squarely behind her. His free hand slipped between her legs, and he let his finger slide in. Tamira was moaning, feeling him work not just one but another finger at the same time into her slit. Her muscles began to spasm in excitement.
“Now tell me, Tamira, how badly you want it.” He gently rubbed the crown of his manhood on her slippery, wet, overexcited slit. She shuddered, over and over. He slid just the head inside and played like that for some moments, and Tamira tried to engulf him quickly but he completely pulled out and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
He smacked her ass hard with his big strong hand and she cried out. Too needy, she decided to just let it out. “Please, I can’t take it anymore! I need you deep inside me.”
“Good girl.” Moving back to position behind her, he grabbed her hips purposefully. He put just the first inch in her soaked slit and worked that in and out. Just when he sensed her contracting, he violently and defiantly shoved his tool home. Tamira came instantly, screaming his name. Once she was done shuddering, he began to rock back and forth with a strong rhythm. Then he shocked her, when he took some of her dripping juices from her slit and traced several trails around her anus. Part of her mind wanted to object but she found she couldn’t. Something inside her kept her from wanting to displease him, and at the same time she was curious and excited to see how far he’d go.
He continued to lube her pucker with her slippery moisture, rubbing it all around. Strange sensations moved within her system, making her mind numb to anything else but the way he felt deep inside her vagina, thrusting steadily while at the same time teasing at her other, forbidden entrance. Then, magically, he slipped his finger in her anal crevice.
Tamira gasped and froze. Just a little at a time, he worked a finger in. He gave her muscles the chance to get used to the idea, and finally they relaxed and he began to thrust into her ass in time to the rhythm of his thrusts into her vagina. Tamira was moaning and almost helpless before him, bent over as she was on the sofa. She’d never had anything in her ass before, and his finger sawing deep inside felt amazing. The double penetration was more intensity than she could handle at once. Her own orgasm took her by surprise, and it hit her with such force it almost made her pass out. This had to be the tenth time she’d come that day and it was barely afternoon. She didn’t even know she could come that many times in such a short time span. Was he turning her into a freak?
He went on ramming deep inside her, and she knew it was going to hurt later. But damn, it was so hot. Her body had come to crave being taken this way, heedlessly and dangerously. She realized she’d been getting bored with being treated like she could break, by those two ex-lovers she’d had. Tamira was glad to at least find one man who knew how she needed to be handled sometimes. He pounded against her punished ass, pushing his finger deep into her pucker while rhythmically plumbing his thick member in her aching vagina. Fleetingly, she pictured him replacing that finger in her anus with his massive manhood, almost splitting her virgin ass—and suddenly her head went blank. Shuddering wildly, she came and came. As if from a distance she heard his throaty roar as he, too, came in a series of high-powered thrusts, then sank against her limp body. For a long time after that, neither of them could move nor speak.
Tamira had to blink several times to get her mind back to the present. Good golly. How could she have forgotten even for a moment those forbidden moments with her kinky lover? She’d returned to the real world and gone about her normal endeavors but a part of her had constantly simmered, and seeing Raphael—Rafe—again had brought it all crashing back to the surface.
“So what’s next?” he asked in a mild tone, his brow arched as if in challenge. Tamira could see he was making this entirely up to her, and she knew it was her call.
“We’ll proceed with the meeting, of course,” she said brightly. She nodded to the hovering Nisha and informed her assistant she wouldn’t be needed for now. If anything came up, Tamira would just ring for her.
Left alone with Rafe Cavendish, Tamira offered him a chair at the conference table and she took the opposite end. Too bad it wasn’t in the bigger room with the bigger table, she fretted. She needed way more distance between her and the man viewing her with an enigmatic smile, just as if he knew what she was going through her mind.
“Relax, Tamira. Whatever happened before this moment is a closed chapter,” he said, causing her to look up quickly at him. “It has no bearing over the present and shouldn’t need to. I’m sure we’re both professionals and won’t let anything which we had no control over disrupt a promising venture between our two businesses.”
“Oh. Well, you’re right, of course.”
He suddenly grinned, and without even wanting to, Tamira felt a warmth creep up into her insides. She vividly remembered the last moment she’d seen him just hours ago, when she’d slipped away from beside him while he slept in his huge bed. She’d felt a bit worried she wouldn’t be able to tear herself away if he was awake.
Now here they were face-to-face—again. He couldn’t possibly be serious about them just focusing on the present, not when her brief encounter with him felt imprinted on her brain cells and, definitely, her still somewhat throbbing sex. There was no way in hell she’d consider taking on the Cavendish project now. No matter how tempting the financial returns, or how intriguing a challenge it was, or what prestige it could bring to her industry repute, she would just have to decline.
In the next hour, Rafe Cavendish set out the best kind of ideas that got her imagination perking up with the stimulating way his mind worked, and she could see herself working in perfect tandem with him. But she couldn’t get past the fact they’d indulged in the most forbidden intimate of acts when she’d been so sure he was just a stranger.
“A lot is riding on this project,” he said finally. “As CEO the focus is on me to prove I can get results, and that I didn’t just gain my position because I’m the heir and grandson of the founder.”
Tamira jumped to her feet and began to pace the floor in ill-concealed agitation. “I understand what you’re saying—there’s too much at stake. All the more reason why we should rethink going into any business arrangement, not after…”
“I really don’t see the problem here,” Rafe said easily while rising fluidly to his feet and going round the table till he stood just yards from her. “You’re a professional, hardly the type to be fazed by something that happened before we even knew we might work together.”
“Why did you say your name was Raphael?” she suddenly burst out.
Rafe shrugged. “It is my full name, though not one I normally go by. For the sake of anonymity, I sometimes use it since it would be hard to connect me to the real me—billionaire heir and CEO. Like anyone else, I do cherish my privacy and protect it whenever I can. I never meant any sinister motive.”
“And when I told you my name was Tamira, it didn’t ring a bell that I could be the same Tamira Fontaine you were meant to meet that night along with your people from Cavendish?”
“I didn’t connect the dots, honestly. I did have an idea of the name Ms. Fontaine as the designer my team wanted me to get on the project. But not to the point of making the connection.”
Angrily Tamira turned away from him. He sounded way too reasonable, and she didn’t like it. She wanted to stay mad at him for all sorts of reasons, but it was getting tougher and tougher.
She had her mind in a whirl, when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her tightly against a hard suited chest.
Raf
e slid his fingers down her arm, and even beneath the fabric of her sleeve goose bumps rose on her skin.
His lips touched her neck as he lightly placed openmouthed kisses along the way. Tamira couldn’t believe he was doing this here, now! Her eyes closed tight and arched her neck to the side as Rafe continued kissing on her collarbone and gently sucked on her skin. A gasp spilled from her lips in response.
Those silken lips traced a path up to her earlobe, which he nipped gently between his teeth. Tamira couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a soft moan.
“Seeing the way your body responds to me drives me crazy. Everything feels so new with you,” he said thickly.
His hand on her waist shifted base to her front and rested on her heated core through the light material of her dress. It was almost like she could feel his touch right on her bare sex, so deeply had he influenced her senses. Her body was no longer hers; she’d lost control. It was succumbing to this man in the most intense way. Just as intense was the way his desire thrummed in her back.
His torture on her nerve endings continued, his teeth biting down on her ear while he whispered in that husky voice of his. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Tamira. The things going through my mind right now—in fact, ever since I walked in the door and saw you… I see no other option here, baby. It’s pretty simple, come to think of it. Can you guess what it is?”
Tamira arched her back slightly and bore her teeth down hard on her lips to muffle the moan that threatened to erupt. That voice. Shit, no. If she kept paying heed to it, there was no saying what she’d agree to. If he wanted to spread her atop this conference table, rip off her panties, and slam into her as hard and fast as she remembered, she might not have the willpower to refuse.
Tamira turned around with wide eyes and met his gleaming gaze. His eyes were intense, his desire evident as he stared at her. She caught a small smirk twitching at his sculpted lips, and her cheeks went warm as she glared at him. Oh, he knew too well the effect he had on her. Angry as she was at him, she couldn’t pull away from looking at that mouth and thinking of all the things that mouth could do to her and on every inch of her.
